My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Troublesome Place
Lucia stepped outside after attending to her personal matters.

She saw Asher leaning against the wooden wall, his arms crossed. He stood still, watching her as she approached.

The dim light from a nearby lantern flickered, casting shadows that made his figure look even more intense. His posture was relaxed, but his gaze never left her.

This made her overly conscious knowing full well that she had just used his face to touch and pleasure herself. She felt a blush spread across her cheeks, but the heat between her legs grew even more intense.

She turned around, took a deep breath to steady herself, then faced him again with a calm, stoic expression.

“Are you done?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with a hint of impatience.

“Yes,” she nodded, relieved that he didn’t press her for more.

Without a word, he turned and walked toward the dock. She followed quietly, and together they boarded the boat. The vessel rocked gently as Lucia took a seat across from him.

The calm water of the canal stretched out ahead, dark and still, reflecting the faint glow of the motes from the ancient tree that towered above them.

As the boat moved forward, silence hung in the air. He sat with his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the ripples trailing behind the boat. The atmosphere was serene, but his mind buzzed with questions.

His attention shifted to her. If there was anyone here who truly understood this place, it was her. He watched her carefully, wondering what secrets she might be holding about Eryx.

But first, he needed to understand her perspective on the place, so he could figure out what to say.

“So, why did you leave Eryx?” he asked. It was a personal question, but the quickest way to get a reaction from her, and it worked.

She looked visibly taken aback, her eyes narrowing slightly as she processed the question. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts before responding.

“I left because of personal matters,” she explained, her voice steady but her eyes revealing a hint of sadness.

She tried to keep her emotions in check, but the heaviness of her words hung in the air, a quiet reminder of something she wasn’t ready to talk about yet.

This was the opening he had been waiting for. It looked like she had a bad experience there, and if he played his cards right, he could use that to get more honest answers from her.

He studied her for a moment, then spoke carefully. “You don’t have to go into detail, but was it something about the people there? Or was it the pressure?”

His tone was soft, giving her room to choose how much to share.

She was taken aback by the contrast in his usual indifferent attitude. It was like dealing with someone who had always been distant and cold, only to suddenly show a hint of warmth.

Even that small change felt overwhelming, like a storm cloud breaking apart and letting a sliver of sunlight through—unexpected, yet powerful enough to make her pause.

But it wasn’t just him acting out of character. In his case, he had intentionally change his approach, playing his part in a carefully calculated way.

On the other hand, Lucia had unknowingly become more subdued after what had happened between them on the boat.

She may have only used her mouth to please him, but that act of submission, forced at first, planted a seed in her mind that he was above her.

Still, pride was etched in her very nature.

“It’s not just the people, and it’s not only the pressure. It’s the endless competition—the constant struggle to prove who’s better, who’s stronger. It’s exhausting.”

She leaned back in her seat, her tone softening slightly as she let her thoughts unravel “But don’t misunderstand, I’m not giving up. That’s why I wanted to learn that spell from you—I plan to be one of the Great Sages, too.”

“That title again,” he said, leaning slightly forward, his hands clasped under his chin. “Are they really that strong?”

“Stronger than most can imagine. They aren’t just powerful; they push the very limit of Arcane Arts itself.”

Asher raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “How strong are they compared to you?”

She almost let out a chuckle at how absurd the question was. “It’s not even comparable,” she responded, shaking her head slightly. “I’d be like an ant standing before giants when it comes to the great Sages.”

It was shocking to hear such an admission from her.

Even when he had demonstrated the vast gap in their power, she had never once thought of herself that low.

For her to say this now meant that whatever he had shown her was nothing compared to the kind of power the great Sages could wield.

“How many great Sages are there?”

“There are six of them, each representing a different aspect of mastery. ”

“Tell me more,” he requested.

“Arcane, Elemental, Mind, Body, Knowledge, and Death,” she said, ticking them off on her fingers. “They’re not just titles. These Sages have mastered their fields to an extent that they’re considered untouchable.”

Asher could already imagine the formidable figures in his mind. Their titles were straightforward and self-explanatory enough.

What made him confused was the inconsistency in her earlier words.

“You said the winner can become a Great Sage, right? And the tournament happens every ten years. So why are there only six? That doesn’t make sense.”

Lucia glanced at him, realizing she had left out some important details. She took a breath before continuing.

“I forgot to mention,” she said, her tone turning more serious, “while the winner of the tournament gains the right to become a Great Sage, only six can hold the titles. That rule has been in place for as long as anyone can remember.”

“And these six are the strongest?” he inquired.

“No,” she shook her head. “Above them all is the Sorcerer King, Julius, the wise and immortal king. ”

“His power isn’t just from his own spells and knowledge, though that alone would make him the strongest. It’s also the artifacts he wielded .” She leaned in slightly, her voice lowering.

“King Julius possesses ancient relics. Artifacts said to be older than this world itself. These give him control over forces no one else can wield, placing him on a level that even the Great Sages can’t challenge.”

She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. “To cross him would be to invite certain death.”

‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ he sighed. ‘I just want to get out of this world.’

This was turning out to be more trouble than he’d expected. No wonder she was against him going there without a plan.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t back out now. He needed that Dragon Core to escape this place, and not just that—he had to gain access to better-quality ones just in case.

After all, traveling to another world, or even through the void, was something entirely different.

The amount of distortion it would cause would be greater, so it was only logical to assume that he needed a more powerful core to pull it off.